Taste Like Liquor
He roughly dropped her on the bed before standing upright to undo his buttons. Although he had no idea what she actually looked like, he'd caught a glimpse of her in the shower whilst thinking a criminal was in his bathroom.
From her curves to her small figure, he was a little too curious to catch a glimpse of her face. He moved toward the light switch by the bedside, turning the dim LED lights on.
Veronica watched the man's back, her face in awe as he began to undo his belt. From his broad shoulders to his biceps that seemed to flex at even the slightest of movements, then the cluster of scars which screamed 'danger'.
The room was a deep shade of blue at the time he turned to meet her eyes. They both froze for a second—not because they'd ever met, no...
It was due to the fact that they couldn't believe how perfect the other seemed to be.
His dark eyes scanned down her small round face and to the body, he'd barely managed to get a glimpse of earlier. Small waist, curvy hips and a small petite body he could toss over his shoulder.
From Veronica's eyes, she saw the cold, laid-back expression on his face. He was a little too beautiful to be called handsome with long black hair he tied behind his neck. The sight of his bulge pressing against his dark briefs came off as extremely sexy.
"Interesting", was all he said, barely breaking a smirk as he moved to lay sideways beside her. His firm fingers traced down her side to cup the swell of her butt, pulling her against his chest.
Their eyes met once again, an unspoken request in both their gazes as their lips slowly touched. He shifted his face, avoiding another kiss.
"What's...that?", her eyes widened, managing to catch a glimpse of his oversized cock.
"This?", he tilted his head, amused at her choice of words. "That would be my dick". He moved to hover above her, leaning down to trace his soft lips down her ear. He'd normally skip the foreplay with a stranger, but he wanted to know what such a woman would taste like.
His tongue glided down her neck, and collar, before finally stopping at her hardened nipples.
Her breath hitched as his teeth nipped the swollen skin softly, one hand clinging to her hips for support.
She tasted like wine, alcohol to be exact. Or was it just the taste of her lips stuck on his tongue?
His tongue flicked her swollen nipple before burying it within the warmth of his mouth.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer as his hand began to mould her waist towards himself.
"Nngh~", she moaned at the feel of his teeth graze over her nipple. She shivered, her legs buckling as he kissed down her navel. He couldn't wait any longer—
Veronica gasped when he threw her left leg over his shoulder, his arm gripping her thigh for support. With his free hand, he reached under her ass, lifting her slightly as he entered slowly.
She gasped a bit, "w-wait".
But it was too late, he'd already begun to move, his pace slow and steady, yet forceful enough to make her arch off the bed in pleasure.
"S...stop...", she moaned, her lips uttering the words her body never wished to hear. But it hurt—a mix of pain and pleasure.
His thrusts increased just when Veronica screamed out. "Stop! You're hurting me!", she cried out, kicking him as hard as she could.
He grunted, turning his swollen face back to the woman whose voice had cracked.
She pulled away from him, shuffling to the side of the bed to grab her dress from earlier.
He got up to turn the light on, his eyes widening as he watched the woman shed tears at the edge of the bed.
"Are you okay?", he hesitated not knowing whether or not an answer was necessary.
The woman continued to mumble things to herself while shaking her head in disbelief, unaware of her surroundings and even he slowly approaching her.
The moment his hand fell on her bare shoulder, she started to scream like a mad woman and got up to struggle with him. He was quick enough to push her back onto the bed, pinning her underneath while ignoring their mutual nakedness.
"Let go of me! I won't let you! I'm not going back, you can't make me!", she yelled at the top of her lungs while struggling with all her might.
"Fuck...", he cursed under his breath, wanting to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention. "Sorry, but...", he struck the side of her neck to knock her out. As soon as she went limp beneath him, he carefully rolled off, pulling on his pants while still trying to process what just happened.
He glanced back at the woman who seemed sane enough in her sleep, a deep frown lined across his lips at the thought of her being drugged and sent to him.
Didn't she know the job was to sleep with him?
There were no signs of blood anywhere, meaning she wasn't a virgin, and it wasn't as though he raped her.
He shook his head, rubbing his temples as he got up, grabbing his shirt and coat before leaving her to sleep alone.
It took over half an hour before Veronica finally groaned in her sleep, turning and tossing around till her eyes opened up.
Her throat felt dry as she tried to swallow and she looked down at her naked body. The instant she tried to move, the sharp pain she felt between her legs reminded her that it wasn't all a dream after all.
***
Veronica made quick steps through the hotel corridors, clutching tightly to her bag till she stood in front of the elevator. "Fuck!", she cursed after pressing buttons repeatedly before heading toward the stairs.
They seemed to go down as far as her eyes could see, but she didn't want to waste even one more second in that room.
She was confused. So much that she struggled not to think about what had just happened and the painful memories it reminded her of. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm so drunk", she stumbled on the stairs, trying not to tumble over while keeping her mind clear.
It took about five minutes to reach the bottom, taking some extra seconds to catch her breath before running towards the counter.
"There was someone in the fucking room!", she yelled at the receptionist, ignoring the worried glances sent her way before running off.
"Miss!". The receptionist called out, suspecting she'd stolen something from the room but Veronica had already fled the hotel.
Outside, her eyes scanned through the parking lot which was illuminated by the glow of street lamps, steadily making her way toward the gate.
"That was close". She almost laughed at the thought of getting kidnapped and leaving Davie, her dog all alone without anyone to look after him. "Ohh...and I'll get fired if I miss a day". She sighed before walking towards the road. It was dangerous to walk on the streets of Augsburg at nighttime, especially for a lady. She had no money to stop a cab. "Dammit". She cursed in a whisper kicking the air in an unladylike manner before digging her right hand into her gown pocket to get out her phone.
A dark car slowly came to a halt beside her and the passenger's glass lowered to show both men seated in the front with dark shades. "Need a ride, pretty lady?".
"No thanks". Her eyes narrowed as she continued moving but the car followed along. 'Fucking amateurs', she took to her heels after the thought of how sloppy the kidnappers were and the car pursued her till she branched off into an alley and heard a man curse and yell out not to lose her.
Why the hell would you hire a stand-in if you knew you were going to be kidnapped?! And who the hell was that man she'd slept with?
Nothing seemed to make sense, and it was too cruel...
Veronica made over three twists at different corners till she was sure she'd lost them before crouching down to catch her breath beside an open road. She'd been genophobic for all these years, but still allowed a man to touch her.
She broke into hysterical laughter, shaking her head and tugging at her hair like a madwoman in the middle of the night.
"What the hell just happened?!".